"I'm sitting down against a brick wall, a red brick, magnificent. I'm sitting down against one of the Auschwitz extermination rooms. I'm 29 years old, I'm from Quebec, I happen to be passing by." An autobiographical account, FRAGMENTS ou LETTRE À UN ALLEMAND (dont je suis amoureuse en secret) relates the journey of the artist visiting the death camps. This journey is meandering, breathtaking, leaving a few traces and a lot of scars.